We Put It Down for Y’all lyrics

[Intro]
sh*t is about to get real serious
Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad, Swizz Beatz, check it out

[Verse 1]
Yo, it's like tic tac toe
The god is back, make b*tches say ho
Blow sh*t, roast ya, then down in Waco
Bigfoot raps, n*gga let's make dough
Pull up to the lot, valet the Range Ro'
Flyer than a motherf*cker, all day glow
In the club n*gga, go in the dark and lay low
Bang your head to this sh*t, while the beat play slow
Junior varsity n*ggas while we play pro
Ringside seats we all in the same row
Like a crew of b*tches pull up in Dodge Durangos
And how we dazzle these b*tches with how we change flows
We take your slot, how a b*tch take half
And rock chains with pieces the size of spacecrafts
You know what I rep, that's (Flipmode Squad!)
Wildin' like a thousand n*ggas up in the wreck yard

[Chorus]
Callin' all live n*ggas (Boo-yah!)
Callin' all live b*tches (Ooh, ooh)
Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?)
Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all (Get money!)
Hah, callin' all live n*ggas (Boo-yah!)
Callin' all live b*tches (Ooh, ooh)
Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?)
Flipmode put it down for y'all (Yeah, yeah!)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yo, the empire strikes back
sh*t is official, street n*ggas fight back
The way we set it off even the b*tches might black
Raunchy as f*ck, even they like it like that
Busta Rhymes in this b*tch, you know I got another batch
More hotter sh*t, n*gga, strike another match
Bang this sh*t in your truck, n*gga, open up the hatch
And hold on your jewels before your sh*t get snatched
Better lock your doors, slide across the latch
Before we figure out the next vic to catch
So much lyrics flowin' to throw in a teacup
More crack for y'all we just reed up
Gutter like a p*ss test in a pee cup
Switch the bounce for the streets, had to change the speed up
Raw for the b*tches who thick and beefed up
Stripper club, big titty b*tches, double D cup
We all up in the truck, what the f*ck, we tree'd up
Pure coke for n*ggas, get skeed up
Let me bang somethin' hard on your head like Vince Carter
And charter jets for my n*ggas with automatic starters
Blow sh*t regular like the UniBomber
Surprise attack you n*ggas, like f*ckin' Pearl Harbor
Jailhouse raps, let it bang a little harder
While I rep for the fam, Busta Rhyme the Godfather
[Chorus]
Callin' all live n*ggas (Boo-yah!)
Callin' all live b*tches (Ooh, ooh)
Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?)
Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all (Get money!)
Hah, callin' all live n*ggas (Boo-yah!)
Callin' all live b*tches (Ooh, ooh)
Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?)
Flipmode put it down for y'all (Yeah, yeah!)
Yeah, callin' all live n*ggas (Boo-yah!)
Callin' all live b*tches (Ooh, ooh)
Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?)
Busta Rhymes hold it down for y'all (Get money!)
Hah, callin' all live n*ggas (Boo-yah!)
Callin' all live b*tches (Ooh, ooh)
Yes, I hold a crown for y'all (Say what?)
Flipmode put it down for y'all (Yeah, yeah!)

[Outro]
(Hah) Yeah
So remarkable
Classic, rugged n*gga music
Big truck sh*t
20-inch rims on a Yukon or somethin'
A f*ckin' Escalade, Navigator